Thrushes Quotes

This section contains Thrushes Quotes

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! Meet the moon upon the lea; Are the emeralds of the spring On the angler's trysting-tree? Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me, Are there buds on our willow-tree? Buds and birds on our trysting tree? (Quote by - Thomas Tod Stoddart)

Across the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; Then faint at first, and low, The full notes closer grow; Hard, what a torrent gush! They pour, they overflow-- Sing on, sing on, O thrush! (Quote by - Henry Austin Dobson)